The Little Princess's Pursuit of Her Husband - Side Story - He Xubei's "Happy" Life☆, Role-Playing: The Little Monk and the Pretty Widow 2 - Like a Lamb

"Little monk, don't stop! Help this lady! Help this lady!" The young woman was getting into the mood, but the little monk's pause in his movements felt like pushing her into a deep pool, making her extremely uncomfortable!
The young woman's slender, delicate fingers gently pinched the nipple peeking out from between the little monk's thumb and forefinger, then she pinched his thumb and pressed it against the tender spot, the rough texture of his fingertip magnified on the delicate area: "Master, please, help me! Master!" The young woman had omitted the word "little" from her mouth; tonight she wanted to bloom beneath him.
The young monk's large hands grabbed and squeezed the young woman's breasts amidst her moans, leaving a trail of finger marks on the steamed bun. His palms would sometimes press down hard on her nipples, then rotate them vigorously around the tips.
"Waaah... Ah... Master... It feels so good to grab me like this... Ah... I want the other side too..." One breast was still standing tall, but the other side was almost deformed by the man's grip.
The little monk's eyes were bloodshot, and he groaned softly. He gripped the two mounds of white bread in his large hands, sometimes pressing them together forcefully, sometimes twisting them uncontrollably. But the breasts didn't shrink; in fact, the nipples hardened and hardened, the breasts covered in red marks from the kneading looking rather pitiful. He touched a nipple that had slipped out between his fingers—it really had hardened. Warm and smooth, exuding a faint milky fragrance, he suddenly thought of a lamb suckling at its mother's teat, squeezing out fresh white milk with a single pinch. Suddenly, he longed to suckle it too!
"Master, you've made my breasts swollen from all this kneading! Please suck them for me! Ah...ah...Master...please suck them for me..." The young woman looked at the little monk with hazy, seductive eyes. Her hair, which had been tied up in a bun, had fallen loose because of the constant twisting of her face. Her dark hair hung down to her shoulders. If she hadn't been leaning against the edge of the wooden tub, she would have already collapsed.
The young monk's senses had been stripped away; he knew he should obey the woman before him, for she was now his Buddha. He opened his mouth wide, seeing urging in the woman's eyes. He took the round, fragrant nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the pink bud, the tingling sensation exciting it. His tongue curled around the nipple, rotating it 360 degrees in his mouth, guiding the nipple in all directions.
He suddenly imagined himself suckling like a lamb suckling milk, perhaps he could actually draw something out from the tiny hole at the tip of the nipple, so that the older woman's chest wouldn't swell so badly. The young monk's mouth wiggled, holding the nipple in his mouth. His hands were around the young woman's waist, and he made a few swallowing motions before suddenly sucking in, drawing air in through his nose, and drawing the nipple deep into his mouth. He used so much force that the nipple that had just been spat out, along with the surrounding flesh, was sucked into his mouth.
"Ah... Master... Ah..." The young woman's buttocks pressed against the round barrel, her small hands tightly embracing the little monk's head. Her small hands pressed his head harder with each sudden inhale, only drawing him closer to her body. His entire mouth and nose were buried in her breasts; when the little monk opened his eyes, he felt as if a layer of goat's milk had been smeared before his eyes. He felt as if he were witnessing the scene his senior brother had described: the penis used for excretion was straining against his underpants, erect and hard, and he could even guess at its hardness, and it seemed to be growing higher and larger.
The young woman's face was slightly tilted back, her eyes were hazy, her small mouth was slightly open, and her beautiful face, as delicate as a blooming flower, was covered with fragrant sweat. Her legs kept rubbing back and forth between her thighs, and she was rubbing the fabric between her thighs. The little monk's mouth did not suck the milk from her nipples, but it sucked out the lustful fluid that she longed for him from the depths of her flower palace between her thighs.
The scent of lust wafted through the air. His deep breath turned into rapid sucking, accompanied by "smacking" sounds. The little monk's mouth moved rapidly and incessantly, and there was even a squeaking sound as his lips and nipples rubbed together.
"Ah... Master, Master..." The young monk's long sucking intensified the unbearable emptiness between the young woman's legs, and her juices flowed out even faster, soaking the fabric of her crotch. Using the strength of her hips, she spread her legs. The young monk, because he was holding her, had a slightly arched back and leaned down a little. She rose on her tiptoes and pressed her private parts against the young monk's robe. That sudden contact didn't bring the woman much satisfaction, but it made the young monk's body tremble. He sucked even harder, as if only in this way could he suppress a terrible, unclear restlessness.
The young woman's small hands untied the belt of the young monk's robe, pulled it open, and then pressed her parted thighs against his underpants. Through the two layers of fabric, she pressed against his large, erect penis, which was enough to reach his abdomen. Without the robe's cover, his thighs were completely exposed, forming a large umbrella-like shape. The woman's tender thighs pressed against his engorged penis, and the young monk trembled with excitement, clutching the woman's body. Even his penis, pressed against her thighs, seemed to swell and heat up.
The young woman's legs were wrapped around the big rod, and the little monk's mouth, which was sucking on the nipple, lost control from that moment on. He sucked and licked the food in his mouth, and even pulled the nipple outwards. His hands, which were wrapped around the woman's waist, also slid down her smooth and delicate skin, lingering and sliding on the tender flesh above her panties, and even wishing he could stick his fingers in.
The young monk didn't know what was wrong with him. He had only wanted to help his elder sister, but he was already on the verge of losing control. At this moment, he suddenly remembered what his masters had said about the terrifying nature of tigers. Tigers could make people become unlike themselves, but he was willing to enjoy the challenge that tigers brought. He felt that he was not far from the Pure Land.
The young monk held her tightly, making it easier for her buttocks to slide on the thick, long branding iron. Even through her underpants, the young woman could feel the magnificence of that penis. Her body, which hadn't been properly developed, would surely experience that tearing pleasure beneath him. The vibrations from the branding iron made her inner thighs tingle, and more hot fluid was squeezed out of her vagina in clumps.
The young monk also found a bit of pleasure in the young woman's actions. He lingered and sucked on her nipple a few times before releasing it from his mouth. The pink nipple glistened with his saliva. He then rolled his tongue around the nipple and rubbed it against her soft, warm crotch, just as the young woman had done before. A faint, intoxicating fragrance emanated from there. But the structure between the young woman's legs was different from his. There was no hard, hot rod there; instead, it felt like there was a spring inside, the flow of water soaking his underpants!
"Master, help me, help me... Ah... It hurts, it hurts so much..." The young woman's body twisted against the young monk. The twisting of the young monk's huge thing between his legs at her entrance had already aroused her to the point of almost losing herself.
"Big sister..." the little monk gasped as he spoke, but he really didn't know how to continue.
"Master, don't call me 'elder sister,' don't call me 'elder sister,' call me 'Fan'er'... Master..." The young woman's hand, which had been around the young monk's waist, moved to stroke his cheek: "Call me Fan'er, Fan'er..."
The young monk looked into the young woman's eyes; he had already lost himself in them, and how could he find a way out? Watching her lips move closer to his, he murmured a gentle call: "Fan'er..."
"Master, I love to hear it. Can you call me a few more times?" The young woman's eyes were pleading. No one had ever called her that precious voice before.
"Fan'er, Fan'er..."
His calls entered the young woman's heart through her ear canal, coating her entire being with a layer of soft powder, leaving her body almost numb with pleasure.
"Master..." The young woman's red lips pressed against the young monk's lips, tightly pressed together without leaving any gap. The warm and smooth feeling did not slow down the flow of blood in either of their bodies in the slightest.

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